Ling Kwong lives in a quiet house that hums with the sound of rain and the faint, haunting melodies of her own mind. At thirty, she is both woman and child - a rare condition she's lived with since she was fourteen, when her parents discovered that her sense of self sometimes drifts into a childlike state. Protected all her life, she has never known the world beyond her home's iron gates. Until Orm Kornnaphat Sethratanapong arrives. Orm is a pianist - patient, warm, and quietly lonely. She is hired by the Kwongs to teach Ling piano, but she soon realizes that her student is unlike anyone she has ever met. Ling's laughter carries innocence, her gaze burns with a woman's longing, and her hands tremble between playfulness and passion when they touch the piano keys - and sometimes, Orm's own. As the lessons continue, the house fills with unspoken tension: the way Orm's voice softens when she guides Ling's hands, the way Ling's eyes follow her like a secret prayer. But when Orm learns the truth about Ling's condition, fear wraps around her heart. Can she love someone whose mind sometimes drifts away from her - someone who is both a child in spirit and a woman in soul? Ling, however, is certain. In her lucid moments, she knows what she feels - and she's willing to fight for it. Even when her parents disapprove. Even when Orm pulls away. Even when her own mind betrays her.

Genre: Dark Romance | Obsession | Drama | G!P | Orm Kornnaphat is Thailand's most highest paid and beloved actress-graceful, untouchable, and utterly devoted to perfection. But everything spirals the moment she meets her new "driver," Ling Ling Kwong-a mysterious, silent woman with a smirk that haunts and a past drenched in scandal. Ling once ruled the streets of Hong Kong as a heartbreaker car racer, known for crashing both tracks and hearts. Now, she's hiding in plain sight-until Orm's innocence pulls her into a dangerous obsession. Their affair was supposed to be a secret. A sin. But it's the kind of sin Orm can't resist-the one that ruins, brands, and devours. As the media catches wind of their closeness and Orm's powerful father starts digging into Ling's past, questions rise: Is Ling just playing her? Another name in her collection of lovers? Or is this something darker, deeper? But when a virgin gives herself to a sinner, the ruin is never one-sided. Some sins aren't mistakes. Some sins become addictions. And Ling... is her favorite one.

In a world ruled by legacy, two women are forced into a marriage neither of them wanted... but fate might have other plans. Orm Kornnaphat is a spoiled heiress - fiery, dramatic, and used to getting her way. She's the rebellious daughter of a powerful food export empire, more interested in stuffed toys and late mornings than boardrooms and responsibilities. When her family forces her into an arranged marriage, she's furious - especially when her bride turns out to be the mysterious stranger who once helped her on a night she can't even remember. Lingling Kwong is the definition of composed. Cold, calculating, and beautiful, she's the only child of the Kwong business dynasty and a boss feared by everyone - but apparently not including her new wife. For Ling, obedience is survival. She's always done what's expected of her, even if it means marrying a bratty stranger for the sake of business and family pride. Thrown into a high-profile marriage neither of them asked for, Orm and Lingling become unwilling partners in a game far bigger than themselves. From chaotic mornings to silent car rides, office wars to stuffed toys invading private spaces - they're learning that hatred, annoyance, and sarcasm might just blur into something else when you're stuck in the same home, same office... and the same destiny. Love isn't part of the plan. But fate? Fate doesn't care what they planned.

Kornnaphat "Orm" Sethratanapong is a driven CEO in her early 20s, thriving with her recruitment company 'Keep Sourcing'. A self-made leader, defied her father's wishes to run the family's manufacturing business, focusing instead on her own empire. However, her success comes at a personal cost as she struggles to balance work with her personal and professional life. Her life takes a surprising turn when she meets Sirilak "Lingling" Kwong, a skilled and a very competent person and a single mother who effortlessly manages both her career and family life. Impressed by Lingling's balance and poise, finds herself drawn to her-not just professionally, but personally. As they work closely together, Orm begins to learn important life lessons from Lingling about human connection, work-life balance, and self-care. Their growing bond soon turns romantic, but navigating a relationship between boss and employee is complicated. Can they manage the balance between their professional ambitions and their blossoming feelings? As their lives become more intertwined, both women must confront their deepest fears and desires. "This is a story of love, ambition, and finding balance between career and connection. Will Orm and Lingling take the leap towards love, or will the pressures of their tangled lives pull them apart?" © This is a work of fiction. The views and opinions expressed in this story are solely those of the author and do not reflect the views of any organization or entity.

Synopsis: At Serene Hope Medical Center, internist Lingling Kwong and trauma surgeon Orm Kornnaphat are anything but serene. Lingling, known for her precision, discipline, and post-shift weightlifting, views Orm as a reckless scalpel-swinger with a God complex. Orm, a rising surgical star and viral vlogger, thinks Lingling is too cautious, too stiff and way too attractive when she's mad. When the hospital assigns them to co-lead a research initiative on improving surgical recovery outcomes, their professional clash turns personal. Forced to work together, they argue about treatment plans by day and awkwardly avoid eye contact by night... until bickering turns into lingering stares, jealousy sparks over gym partners and vlog followers, and sulking becomes the newest form of flirting. As their rivalry blurs into something softer and much more dangerous to their guarded hearts they must decide: will they keep drawing battle lines, or finally surrender to the tension that's been building with every chart signed and every elevator ride? Cross My Heart, Suture Yours is a slow-burn medical rom-com filled with scalpels, sass, gym-induced jealousy, hallway sulking, and the kind of love story that heals deeper than medicine ever could.

Prologue "Not all heartbreaks come from betrayal. Some grow from choices made in silence." They were happy once. Truly. Stupidly. Brilliantly happy. After the rivalry, the tension, the guarded hearts-Lingling and Orm had found each other. Two doctors, one heart. They stood in the dawn light outside the hospital, palms pressed, quiet smiles blooming. And for years, they made it work. Lingling soared in internal medicine-panels, journals, awards. Orm, ever proud, filmed her behind the scenes, smitten and steady. They shared shift schedules, socks, even toothbrushes. Fans adored their chemistry-Orm's teasing, Lingling's glares that always ended in a blush. But slowly, life crept in. Lingling picked rounds over date nights, grant proposals over cuddles. She missed anniversaries. Ignored Orm's soft pleas to rest, to breathe, to be there. Not out of malice. Just... neglect. Lingling believed love would hold on its own. But Orm was tired of holding it alone. "I miss us," Orm said once while Lingling typed away. "You never look at me the way you look at your career." Lingling didn't flinch. "My work matters." "And I don't?" Orm whispered. She didn't say no. She said nothing. That silence became a wound. Orm stopped filming at home. Stopped asking. Stopped hoping for a space in a life Lingling was building without her. Until one night, suitcase in hand, Orm stood by the door. "Do you even see me anymore, Ling?" Lingling didn't look up. That was all she needed. She left-no slammed doors, no last plea. Just a note on the fridge: "You chose your calling. I just wish you made room for me in it. - O." Lingling came home late. Read the note under harsh fluorescent light. And for the first time in years, she realized- She'd won every award. But lost her heart. Cross My Heart, Suture Yours: CODE RED

When a multilingual playgirl with a smirk sharp enough to slice through egos is assigned to an international tour, the last thing she expects is to collide-literally-with a control-freak logistics officer who runs her world with spreadsheets and death stares. Orm Kornnaphat Sethratanapong speaks nine languages and flirts in all of them. Lingling Sirilak Kwong speaks one: leave me alone. Now forced to share hotel rooms, tour duties, and every excruciating moment of group chaos across nine countries, these two polar opposites are one broken bed, one misinterpreted phrase, and one intense stare away from crossing every professional line. It's going to be a long tour. And no one's making it out emotionally unscathed. Author's Note : This is a work of fanfiction created solely for entertainment purposes. No copyright infringement intended. This story is purely fictional from my own imagination. Any similarities between other stories are purely coincidental. Any resemblance to actual events or locales is coincidental. Thank you 👍👍👍

They were everything once-light and laughter, kisses in the rain, whispered promises beneath a summer moon. But the years blurred it all, like ink bleeding in water. Ling, now a reserved music therapist, returns to her hometown after her mother's death-only to find Orm, the woman she once loved and left, still living next door, raising her younger sister and tending to memories neither of them have dared to face. As forgotten letters resurface and old scars ache like they never healed, the two women are forced to confront the echoes of what they once were. Is love ever truly lost? Or does it simply wait... like the rain? Starring: lingling kwong and Orm kornnaphat Don't copy or adapt without permission

After four years, Lingling returns to L.A. and finds a love she thought lost forever. The original story by Jill. This is a converted story. I DO NOT OWN THIS STORY OR ANY PIC. credit to the original author.

"Love me while I'm still breathing." Orm Kaede has spent most of her life inside the white walls of Room 308, her body failing her little by little to a rare illness no one knows how to cure. She laughs anyway, at the tubes, at the silence, at the way hope keeps sneaking back even when it shouldn't. Dr. Ling Vienne, thirty-two, is the hospital's calmest storm, a palliative care physician who's learned never to get attached. Her hands heal what they can, her heart stays out of reach. When Ling becomes Orm's attending doctor, humor meets restraint, warmth meets distance and somewhere between IV lines and midnight checkups, something forbidden begins to bloom. A story about love that arrives too late, laughter that hides fear, and the impossible wish of a girl who just wanted to be loved before she couldn't breathe anymore. Disclaimer: This story contains heavy angst and emotionally intense themes.